Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past seventeen years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British soulmate,… Continue Reading
I dreamed a girl came for dinner and during the meal, I found out she knew an old friend of mine who acted weird (from nice and very close she suddenly rejected me in a very crass way). I said to her “Ah! At last perhaps you could tell me what went wrong? I know she was not psychotic, but I would so very much like to understand”. She looked at me a while and then started to talk in long riddles, with sentences and images that didn’t make any sense. I actually had the feeling that only this fake friend could understand what it was about. So it seemed that the only option was to give up understanding. Then the girl took me out and we walked here and there. She showed me all sort of soils. There was an area where the soil was shaped in a multitude of ponds surrounded by long grass. A father was bathing there with his son and I really felt like entering the water. In another place, the soil had been dug around a huge tree in the shape of a circle along with a circular bench so people could sit around the tree. The girl said “let me show you something very special and rare”. She pointed at a vein of soil, it was darker than the other soils. She said “this one is very rich. It is compact, full of possibilities, highly concentrated in nutrients, all kind of things grow in it, but also very unusual things. But you can’t tame it into a garden, it’s totally wild, it goes where it pleases. Running across the world. Free”. I looked at the vein which was as dark as a chocolate truffle and the beautiful wild flowers growing on it, and said “oh… that’s my kind of soil!”. She looked at me with a little smile and said “yes”.
I dreamed I was in a big manor and it was night. It was also haunted and at midnight came a procession of creepy tricks orchestrated by the unconscious, a masterpiece of eerie horror and the supernatural. It was indeed scary but I was able to appreciate the genius behind it. Also, I knew that supernatural horror was a prelude to something else, something enchanting. And then came Loki. I was totally overwhelmed. I kneeled and talked to him “please, let it be real, please…”, I stretched out my arm towards him, hoping for the touch I longed for. And there I was, hugging him, my hands on his fur. I was so happy, so grateful for this wonderful moment. I even carried him a moment after that. And then we went to look for Lucy, I was so afraid I wouldn’t find her but there she was in the manor. I was surrounded by my two precious ones.
I dreamed I was in a room and through the floor there were some demons dragging the damned down to the Underworld. At one point, I couldn’t stand it anylonger and I challenged the demons by talking to the damned. I asked them “Why do you go down with the demons when you could go with the goblins, they too live down there and they are servants of the Soul, they will take care of your soul, they will even give you a new one. “. The flow of the damned started to go and search for the goblins and the demons were not too happy about that. Later in the dream, as the community was in better hands, I went to the Underworld to give a conference about goblins and the good they do to one’s soul.
J’ai rêvé que je travaillais comme gardienne dans un immense manoir dans ma région (en réalité, il n’y a pas de manoir où je vis). La famille était partie pour une dizaine de jours et je devais vivre là, au rez-de-chaussée. Le manoir était superbement meublé d’antiquités. Je fis l’expérience d’une activité paranormale durant mon séjour mais le dernier jour, je me réveillai alors que des forces invisibles essayaient de me tirer hors du lit. Je me débattis mais en vain, et atterris par terre. Et là, bizarrement, au lieu de flipper, je me mis à rire. Je déclarai: “ok, les gens, je vous entends”. Je me levai et allai pour ouvrir les rideaux, sachant parfaitement que mon acte dissiperait les “ombres”. Je tirai les rideaux et me retrouvai éclaboussée de la lumière matinale et joyeuse du soleil. Puis je réalisai que c’était ce qu’ “ils” avaient voulu que je fasse. Je me dirigeai vers le salon et je vis que toutes les baies vitrées avaient été ouvertes, laissant l’air frais entrer. Je dis “ok, à votre façon” et allais vers la chaîne hifi derrière le bar. Elle était allumée et il y avait de la musique jouant à un volume bas. J’augmentai le volume un peu et cherchai une chouette radio de musique classique (pour “eux”). Puis j’allais dans la cuisine pour préparer le petit déjeuner. La famille venait juste de rentrer. Je leur demandai si la maison était connue pour être hantée. Les parents répondirent non mais les adolescents me disent qu’un jour un medium était venu et avait dit que le rez-de-chaussée l’était. Je me taisais mais je savais qu’en fait toute la maison était hantée (ou enchantée, ça dépend de l’attitude), puisque j’avais aussi visité les autres étages. Je voulais juste savoir ce que la famille savait à ce sujet-là. Apparemment, la famille repartit parce que la nuit suivante, j’étais de retour dans ma chambre. Mais mon compagnon était avec moi. Nous étions allongés sur le lit et regardions la lampe sur l’étagère briller. Son intensité variait. À travers la porte ouverte, nous pouvions voir l’autre lampe dans la cuisine briller elle aussi. C’était comme si la maison ronronnait.
I dreamed I worked as the warden of a huge manor in my area (as a matter of fact, there aren’t any in reality). The family was gone for 10 days or so and I had to live there, on the ground floor. It was beautifully furnished with antics. I experienced some paranormal activity during my stay, but on the last day, I was woken up by invisible forces trying to pull me out of bed. I struggled but in vain, and ended on the floor. And there, strangely enough, instead of freaking out, I started laughing. I said “ok, people, I hear you”. I got up and went to open the curtains to let the light in, knowing full well it would dissipate the “shades”. I pulled the curtain and was splashed with a beautiful early sunlight. Then I realised this was what “they” had wanted me to do. I went to the living-room and saw that all the bay windows had been opened to let the fresh air come in. I said “Ok, have it your way” and went to the music player behind the bar. It was on and there was some music playing at a low volume. I increased the volume a bit and searched for a nice classical radio station (for “their” sake). Then I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But the family had just come back. I asked them if the house was known to be haunted. The parents said no but the teenagers said that once a psychic came and said the ground floor was. I didn’t say anything but I knew the whole house was, since I had visited the other floors. I just wanted to know how much they knew about it. Apparently, the family left again because the next night I was there back in my bedroom. But my companion was with me. We were lying in bed and watching the light of the lamp on the shelf glow. Its intensity was varying. Through the open door, we could see the other lamp in the kitchen glowing too. It was like the house was purring…